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SPOT-FREE RINSE
by Viv
Saturday morning at the car wash. It was Jerry's little secret. He looked
forward to it each week. He deposited his quarters and went about
vacuuming his Volvo. He and his wife Lynn had bought the car three months
ago. It was hardly the old Vette he had owned before they married, but it was
a nice car and probably more appropriate for his position as a stock broker.
His willingness to keep it immaculate had impressed Lynn. Normally he
spent little time on such things, but since they had made the buy, he had
become zealous about keeping the car looking showroom new. The hum of
the vacuum whined loudly as he began his duties. She would be there soon.
He had made sure he looked good today. Well, as good as a 38 year-old
introverted stock broker could look.
He stood 6'0" tall and had a fairly athletic build. His brown hair had receded
a bit, but he still looked good. He went about his task in his old khaki pants,
polo shirt and sneakers. It was about as casual as he got. He smiled, the
clock on the dashboard said '10:30", she and her friends would soon be here.
He worked hard to be ready.
Lynn was likely sitting at home planning things for them to do together.
Never mind he was tired, no, she would be find a sale or art show to go look
at. He sighed at that prospect. She was good about leaving him be during
football season, but after the Super Bowl ended, he was a goner. He began to
clean the leather.
The familiar rumble of a throaty V-8 made him smile. Like clockwork. He
smiled again. Looking through the rear windshield he saw them. The
Corvette pulled into one stall, the small Miata in the other. There were four of
them today.
"Why didn't I marry one like that?" He mused as he feasted his eyes on the
blond getting out of the car. Shear perfection. He felt the stirring in his baggy
trousers. She was a vision. The kind of girl he always fantasized about but
would never have had the nerve to hit on when he was single.
Her tan foot exited the yellow 78 Vette. It was pedicure in bright red polish.
Her long legs followed. She stood at least 5'8" tall. Her curves were
awesome. She had enough tone to show she was in great shape, but not so
much she looked big. No, this one was slender, totally feminine.
She rose from the car. Today she was really going to treat him right. She
wore her slight denim cut-offs and a blue sportsbra. Her skin was flawless
and tan. He was growing more erect. Her mane of blond hair blew slightly
with the wind. It was classic Texas. Her hair was thick and wavy and came
down to nearly the waistband of her shorts. It drew his eyes to her ass.
The cheeks were perilously exposed for him to see. What amazed him was
that she seemed to move as though she knew it.
"Lynn would probably cover herself with sweatpants and sun block." His
thoughts turning to his attractive but inhibited wife. She was a redhead.
Skinny with small breasts. She loved him, but preferred slacks and jeans to
&helli;-well &helli;-this wonderful display of feminine softness.
His dream girl turned and looked towards him but past his Swedish mall-
mobile. Her face was made up perfectly. Her full lips accented with a bright
red gloss, her eyes, oh her eyes, big, round, almost amazed, and crystal
blue. He smiled back at her chatting friend.
He never heard what her name was. It didn't matter. She showed up every
Saturday morning and put on this show. Sometimes her friends came along
with their cars, sometimes she came alone. Watching her however, had
become the sexual highlight of the week. Got him in the mood for the weekly
roll in the hay he would have with Lynn on Saturday night.
Her friend was shorter, chest was smaller too, but she wore only a tiny
sundress. The lightness of that garment seemed to lift her up on the balls of
her feet. She moved as though she was aroused. Slowly, giggly. He began to
treat the leather seats as the two shouted some high-pitched taunt to the others
in the Miata. They were equally impressive. But none compared to his vision.
Her long legs were now marked with soap suds. Giving her a slick look that
had him rock-hard. He was losing his ability to concentrate.
The girls giggled, almost annoyingly so. That did not matter to Jerry. He did
not need to have meaningful chat with her, just look at her. Whatever 25
year-old bagged that one would be happy the rest of his life. He backed the
Volvo into the stall. The girls would soon be vacuuming their little sports cars
in a moment. Time to get a new vantage point. He popped his quarters into
the slot and selected 'soap'.
He moved slowly, waiting for his erection to die down. His mind was filled
with fantasies about having her greet him at the door in a thong bikini,
smiling and giggling, ready to have him service her desires. He thought of
how wonderful she would look on his arms standing in line in the theater. Of
course she would have to dress seductively, but appropriately for a public
outing. He did not like being seen as a spectacle.
He scrubbed away. The damp vixens in the Miata waved as they drove off.
He smirked, just as well, they paled in comparison to his babe. She turned
the selection to 'rinse'. He thought of Lynn with a small pang of guilt. She
was a good woman, just a bit dull. He saw her picture on his dash. Elegant
but skinny. He loved her anyway. There was no way he would ever cheat on
her. This was just a harmless fantasy.
The blond and her friend had finished. The leaned against the back of the
Vette and looked his way. He did not notice. He turned the selector to
"Spotless Rinse". He did not notice at first. He was mindlessly finishing his
task while trying to sneak looks at the babes. It was just the three of them at
the car wash.
He felt a tingle in his scalp. It was like soap was bubbling on his hair. He
thought he must have gotten some on his head. He reached to scratch but felt
a pull in the crotch of his baggy trousers. He dropped the nozzle in shock.
Before he could reach for it mist began to come out of it. It filled the stall.
Although he could see fairly well, things were clouding up. He tried to flee -
it was no use.
His hair grew, sprouting from his skull like kudzu. It flowed wildly toward
the small of his back. As soon as it stopped, his face began to itch. His
cheekbones pulled inward and upward. His lips felt fatter. His neck tinier.
A pull came from the base of his spine. He felt his belt grown loose but the
trousers did not fall. His butt widened enough to catch the garment from
dropping. There was another pull on his crotch. His underwear pulled tight to
his groin, the fabric on his cheeks shriveling into the crack of his ass. He felt
his torso compact. His arms were becoming slender. His legs flexed and
twitched as they too reformed contours and shape. His sneakers became
loose shortly thereafter.
He suspected what was being done to him, but hoped he was just
hallucinating. That hope faded as his chest began to expand. His pectorals
began to stretch his shirt. Inflating outwards. He felt them sag downwards a
bit as they continued to grow. His shirt changed then. The fabric became
softer, it pulled around the mounds of flesh. Lifting and pressing the new
breasts into a cocoon of soft satin. His slacks seemed to come to life. First
growing soft, then becoming more form-fitting.
The legs fused. The tan khaki turned bright aqua blue. It shrank upward,
revealing his now hairless slender legs until stopping at mid-thigh. He could
feel his more pronounced ass push into the fabric. Soon the bottom of his
butt was dangerously close to being exposed. His instincts told him to pull it
further down. Before he could reach the fabric shot upwards and formed
around his slight waist and massive chest. In moments he stood in a tight
fitting spandex dress. He looked past his tits at his sagging socks.
They too changed color. A tan shade came over them as the thick cotton grew
thinner and began to snake up his calves. They had become nylon. Slowly
they covered his small legs. The sensation was smooth and erotic as they
encased his ass. His giggled a little as the stopped. He stopped, looking at his
now long fingernails with light blue polish. His voice was so silly. He
covered his mouth.
He felt as though he had not lost an inch of height. He stood six feet tall. He
thought he was growing. He looked downward. He felt his sneakers tighten
on his feet. They grew bright white and began to grow at the heel. Jerry
giggled again as his arches were pushed upwards. Another four inches of
height was added to his now delicious frame as the delicate stems of the heels
finished the transformation.
The mist cleared. He turned back to the Volvo. In its place sat a 1972 Vette.
The top was off, the bright chrome exhaust pipes gleamed. He looked toward
the women. They were gone. In their place two young men looked at her
with blatant lust in their eyes. They smiled at each other and gave a 'high-
five' with their muscular biceps. They hopped in their truck and laughed at
Jenny as she looked back in shock.
She felt all at once week and vulnerable as she took tiny steps on her heels
towards the Vette. The tight dress made moving her legs hard, and she felt
embarrassed when it road up and exposed her panties when she sat. She
carefully positioned the heels on the gas pedal and started the throaty V-8.
She adjusted the mirror. Her face looked gorgeous and astonished. A look of
perpetual surprise. Gone the scholarly business like stare. He tried to form
his best look of concentration. It seemed to his dismay he only looked more
surprise.
"Why? What happened to me?" It sounded like the pleadings of a frustrated
bimbo. He ran his hands down his chest.
"Noooooo!" He whimpered. He started the car. Wondering whether he
should drive home. He looked to the dash.. There was a picture of a
handsome red haired man in a business suit. He big green eyes drew Jerry
towards his gaze. There was a 'sensation' in his panties. He saw the business
card next to the photo. 'Len Harris, Certified Financial Planner, Morgan
Brokerage House.'
"Oh shit" the tiny voice said. There was a fumbling in a new found purse. He
pulled a ridiculously large wallet from it. 'Jenny Harris'.
She flung it down and sped off the lot. She wanted to go home and see how
Len was taking it. It was then some more new reality began to creep into her
head. She had to go shopping, Len had such a sex drive, and -.and -this
could not be happening. She was Jerry, not Jenny. He had to study the
market this weekend. He had to get ready for the big meeting Monday. He
he -remembered he had a hair appointment Monday, shopping to do -.
The thirty-five year old woman cursed her husband as she scrubbed the
minivan. He was probably at home expecting dinner soon. If he didn't make
such good money she would have left him. She was tired of taking care of
the kids all day. Tired of feeling frumpy and ignored. It didn't matter. That
young stud would be there soon. Washing his Vette in those tight jeans----
Safiya
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